Because I Could Not Stop

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

To Lose What We Have Never Owned Might Seem An Eccentric Bereavement, But Presumption Has Its Own Affliction As Well As Claim.

The Heart Is The Capital Of The Mind— The Mind Is A Single State— The Heart And The Mind Together Make A Single Continent— One—is The Population— Numerous Enough— This Ecstatic Nation Seek—it Is Yourself.

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several - Childhood - Some Forms Of Hope - The Dead.

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.